Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 20:00:09 -0800 (PST)
From: traveller_1141@yahoo.com
Subject: James Part 1

It begins...

I have had the pleasure of knowing and being with some of the most
beautiful men in the world (in my humble opinion).  Yes, I have a rather
slutty past, who doesn't in this day and age?  But, there is one man who
sticks out above every man I have ever known: James Patterson Kennedy,
introduced to me as James, known to his friends as JP.

The man-child (as I called him) was absolutely gorgeous.  I remember the
first time I saw him, at a gay club in the city where I went to college.  I
had been in a dark mood (as I am prone), and one of my roomies had seen fit
to force me into the shower and dress me and drag me downtown.

I had been sitting in the corner, staring down every guy who had made even
the slightest eye at me.  I downed screwdriver after screwdriver.  Why was
I this down?  General depression over my life.  The last thing I needed was
tons of drunken and drugged up guys hitting on me.

My attention was diverted from screwdriver number 7 by hoots and hollers
over by the stage.  The club I was at sponsored regular drag shows, and
occasionally had a male stripper or two.  The stage was empty tonight, but
a bunch of guys were gathered by it and they were sure screaming.  Well,
soon their numbers parted and a guy emerged.

He was singing along with a (in my humble opinion, yet again) song by the
awful Backstreet Boys.  He was moving, dancing, and singing at the top of
his lungs.  Truth be told, he had a great voice.

Nobody here knew it, but I sang in my high school chorus and was a pretty
good piano player.  Like I said, nobody would ever know.  I needed to keep
up my badass image.

This guy was shimmying and shaking his ass in my direction.  I wasn't so
depressed that I didn't take note of him.  He was 6'1" (near my height of
6'3", which is awesome), tan skin, blond hair that was almost shaggy but
looked good on him, and what looked from my table like deep, chocolate
brown eyes.

He was wearing a cream-colored sweater and some khaki cargo pants, but they
couldn't conceal what looked like a tight, lean body.

He kept getting closer and closer to me, and then I realized something.  He
was singing directly to me, he had since he had started moving my way.  I
was totally in shock.  I looked into those Hershey eyes and I saw direct,
undisguised lust in them.  I wasn't in any mood for sex, but I found myself
getting hard anyway.

All of a sudden, he grabbed my face in his hands and brought his beautiful
lips to mere millimeters from mine.  I could smell the alcohol on his
breath, along with something sweet.  Then he stood up and began gyrating
his hips, causing the crowd to hoot even louder.  Before I could do
anything, he had grabbed the base of his sweater and was inching it off of
his body.  This dude was doing a striptease!  The crowd egged him on, and
it just made him more inclined to bare that body for me.  I could only
stare in shock as he then stripped his body of the white T-shirt he was
wearing underneath.  He dropped the T-shirt on my head as he began gyrating
again.  I inhaled deeply, smelling the wonderful scent of Abercrombie and
Fitch's Woods cologne and his sweat.  Oh lord, just his smell sent a
lightning bolt right to my prick.

All too soon for me, the shirt was lifted in time for me to see this guy
lower himself onto my lap and start wiggling.  I was sure I was going to
blow in my pants I was so turned on.  He just grinned this oh- so-sexy grin
at me and stood back up.

He turned around and looked over his shoulder, giving me this mischievous
look, rather like the one my three year-old nephew gives me when he's about
to do something really bad.  Sure enough, the blond god was doing just
that.  Wiggling his fine little ass in my face, he pulled the drawstring of
his pants, to the delight of the crowd, not to mention my cock.  He slowly
lowered them off his body, exposing a really fine bare ass.  Oh my, no
underwear.  Is this a test, I thought, looking upward.

He didn't lower any more, apparently even he had standards.  The song ended
and he redressed, facing the crowd and waving in response to their cheers.
Then he turned to me.

"So, what did you think?" he asked, sitting in the chair right next to
mine.  All I could do was just look at him.  I didn't even breathe for fear
that I might bring myself off in my pants.

He waved a hand in front of my face and laughed when all I could do was
blink.  I looked into those Hershey eyes.  "Why did you do that?" I rasped
out of my now-dry throat.

He just gave me that devil grin.  "I've been watching you all night," he
said.  "Nobody should look as down as you, so I figured you might enjoy a
little show.

I was flattered, then all of a sudden a spark of jealousy shot in me.  "Do
you do this for everybody who is having a bad day?

He leaned back and laughed.  I couldn't help but laugh myself, his was so
infectious.  "Not at all, man.  In fact, this was the first time ever for
me.  What did you think?

I just looked at him, then I looked pointedly down at my straining fly.  I
didn't think Levi's made those buttons strong enough to resist this kind of
pressure.  He looked down, and his eyes got really big.

He looked back up at me and broke into hysterics.  "Wow, I guess you liked
it!

I just shook my head and took a long drink.  I looked down at my glass and
then I felt a hand on my left hand, the one not holding a drink.  I looked
back into his eyes.  "Hey man, I did that hoping you wouldn't be so down.
I'm not going to allow you to be depressed in my presence."  With the last
statement, he stood up and pulled me up with him.  Wow, I thought.  I had
to outweigh him by quite a few pounds, yet he pulled me right up.  Either I
was drunker than I thought, or this kid was strong.

He threw a few bills down on the table and before I knew it, we were
outside the club.  He pulled out a cigarette and offered me one.  I
declined.  "Why are you smoking out here?  You cold have easily done it in
there, " I said, pointing at the door.

He shrugged, inhaling deeply.  As he exhaled, he laughed.  "Sure I could,
but we're leaving, so I am smoking out here.

I was dumbfounded yet again.  "Leaving?  Just where are we going?  Who are
you?  Why do you think you can...

"Be quiet," he said.  I was shocked into silence.  When you're 6'3" and are
built like a tank, nobody ever tells you to be quiet, but this kid had the
balls.  I just looked at him.  He grinned at me again, sending lightning
right back into my crotch, "You know, I can tell just by looking at you
that you think way too much.  We're going to have to work on that, " he
said, waving for a cab.  Then he turned back to me.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked.  Where that came from, I don't know.
Temporary insanity, I guess.

He just laughed as the cab approached.  "If we're going to go to your
place, I should at least know your name.  Mine is James, " he said, opening
the door.

Now I was totally stunned.  I just stood there.  He started to get in, but
then he looked at me.

"What?" he asked.

"This is fucked up, man," I sputtered.  "I don't even know you.

He smiled.  Not the devil-may-care grin, but a warm, genuine smile.  "We're
going to fix that now.

Hop in.  I'll need you, since I don't know your address.

For some reason that I still cannot explain, I got in the cab and gave the
driver my address.  I had no idea at the time what was going to happen that
night, much less in the future.  Some part of me was intrigued enough to
go.


End of Part I